Green Brown Eyes

Green is such a lovely shade.
It recalls the songs of nymphs and forest knaves
It stained the emerald city
Your eyes, your green brown eyes, never made sense to me
Green is life giving
Brown is death
Green is beautiful
Brown is feces
Green is clovers, and trees, and Irish holidays.
Brown is ash.
It ain’t easy bein green, I said.
You concurred…brown eyes. And stuck to those things brown knows best.